Our new neighborhood is a symphony of workday sounds.
Along the street there are two construction sites, one at the front of the house and one across from my office window. I think the workmen may be trying for a gold medal in Syncopated Hammering.
Opposite the front door is a small printing company. The whirring and clunking of the press is nearly drowned out by the noise from the dump trucks hauling dirt away from yet another construction site over the hill.
I’ve been assured that the construction will end in December. I can only hope that they aren’t building a jet engine laboratory!
